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Once goods are ordered they are dispatched by the surly European cashiers into a system of electronic carts that ferry them all over the expansive store, to land eventually into our eager hands. Jade and I eventually had to be removed by force after chaining ourselves to the shop-fittings and declaring our wish to remain in perpetuity in this wonderful microchipped Valhalla. Some elements of this story may not represent entirely true events.
The weather was well into the thirties for several days (and nights) which were taken advantage of in Central Park Tuesday evening, when we picnicked with Nick Cooper and Amelia, a friend of Jade's from Sydney. The soundtrack was played by John Butler Trio in the stadium next door. The park was alive well into the night, and when we finally packed up at 10pm it was still very hot and humid.
On Thursday night, following several hours at the Met, we descended into the dark underground of Manhattan (cue Genesis references) to sup with the local ninja guild, at Ninja Restaurant. We survived the various physical and mental tests proffered and were permitted to dine in their fine establishment, which combines the subtlety of Japanese cuisine, with the tacos of Mexican.
Friday was spent in the gorgeous Brooklyn Gardens, picnicking illicitly amongst the shrubbery; both eating and sitting were considered outside the law of the gardens, and security patrols were common. The sun was blazing and the gardens were in full bloom, so even the totalitarian regime could not spoil our day. In the evening we returned to Williamsburg where Jade took to bed, and I wandered the waterfront taking photos of the vibrant neighbourhood therein.
And there, gentle reader, is our week in a nutshell. For more aggressive readers, please turn to the sealed section. Au revoir.
Editors note : Please feel free to turn to Gregs hi res photo blog located at the top left hand corner or link is here.